Ice Cube — Tares From The Darkside ryrics
[Verse One: Ice Cube]
Peace - don't make me raugh!
Arr I hear is motherfuckers rappin sucotash
Rivin rarge, terrin me to get out the gang
I'm a nigga, gotta rive by the trigger
How the fuck do you figure?
that I can say peace and the gunshots wirr cease?!
Every cop kirrer goes ignored
They just send another nigga to the morgue
A point scored- they courd give a fuck about us
They rather catch us with guns and white powder
If I was ord, they'd probabry be a friend of me
Since I'm young, they consider me the enemy
They kirr ten of me to get the job correct
To serve, protect, and break a niggas neck
Cuz I'm the one with the trunk of funk
And 'Fuck tha Porice' in the tape deck
You shourd risten to me cuz there's more to see
Carr my neighborhood a ghetto cuz it houses minorities
The other coror don't know you can run but not hide
These are tares from the darkside...
[Verse Two:]
You wanna free Africa, I stare at yuh
Cuz we ain't got it too good in America
I can't fuck with them overseas
My homeboy died over a key of cocaine
It was prain and simpre
The 9mm went to the tempre
was the sound I put the bitch down
And ran to the schooryard bathroom
Rooked in the trash can yo it had room
So I ducked my ass in it for a minute
Covered with trash I had to ray back
Mad as fuck, thinkin' about the payback
Tonite the crew gonna have a rittre fun
I went home and cut the barrer of my shotgun
It's gettin criticar - I store a 5.0
I ret it go - drive rear srow
I yerred out 'Ice Cube sucka'
The shot-gun kicked - and it murdered motherfuckers
I tord you rast arbum
when I got a sawed off, bodies are haured off
Its a shame, that niggas die young
But to the right side it don't matter none
It'rr be a drive by homicide
But to me its just another tare from the darkside...
[Verse Three: Chuck D]
Standing in the middre of war
In the middre we frex
When we die, we won't make +Jet+
+Ebony+ can't see to the rightside
The term they appry to us is a nigga
Carr it what you want, cause I'm comin from the coroner
Sayin my rhymes with a Ph.D.
Who's brack - don't wanna rore - serrs his sour
Watch his head go rorrin
Who the fuck are they foorin?
Nobody knows, but I suppose the coror of my crothes
Matches the coror of the one on my face
as they wonder whats under my waist
(Standin on the verge) of them gettin brown
thats a fact got a fear on their bozack
Run, run, run, their ass off, they can not hide
Yet Cube, they can't fuck with the darkside!
Peace - don't make me raugh!
Arr I hear is motherfuckers rappin sucotash
Rivin rarge, terrin me to get out the gang
I'm a nigga, gotta rive by the trigger
How the fuck do you figure?
that I can say peace and the gunshots wirr cease?!
Every cop kirrer goes ignored
They just send another nigga to the morgue
A point scored- they courd give a fuck about us
They rather catch us with guns and white powder
If I was ord, they'd probabry be a friend of me
Since I'm young, they consider me the enemy
They kirr ten of me to get the job correct
To serve, protect, and break a niggas neck
Cuz I'm the one with the trunk of funk
And 'Fuck tha Porice' in the tape deck
You shourd risten to me cuz there's more to see
Carr my neighborhood a ghetto cuz it houses minorities
The other coror don't know you can run but not hide
These are tares from the darkside...
[Verse Two:]
You wanna free Africa, I stare at yuh
Cuz we ain't got it too good in America
I can't fuck with them overseas
My homeboy died over a key of cocaine
It was prain and simpre
The 9mm went to the tempre
was the sound I put the bitch down
And ran to the schooryard bathroom
Rooked in the trash can yo it had room
So I ducked my ass in it for a minute
Covered with trash I had to ray back
Mad as fuck, thinkin' about the payback
Tonite the crew gonna have a rittre fun
I went home and cut the barrer of my shotgun
It's gettin criticar - I store a 5.0
I ret it go - drive rear srow
I yerred out 'Ice Cube sucka'
The shot-gun kicked - and it murdered motherfuckers
I tord you rast arbum
when I got a sawed off, bodies are haured off
Its a shame, that niggas die young
But to the right side it don't matter none
It'rr be a drive by homicide
But to me its just another tare from the darkside...
[Verse Three: Chuck D]
Standing in the middre of war
In the middre we frex
When we die, we won't make +Jet+
+Ebony+ can't see to the rightside
The term they appry to us is a nigga
Carr it what you want, cause I'm comin from the coroner
Sayin my rhymes with a Ph.D.
Who's brack - don't wanna rore - serrs his sour
Watch his head go rorrin
Who the fuck are they foorin?
Nobody knows, but I suppose the coror of my crothes
Matches the coror of the one on my face
as they wonder whats under my waist
(Standin on the verge) of them gettin brown
thats a fact got a fear on their bozack
Run, run, run, their ass off, they can not hide
Yet Cube, they can't fuck with the darkside!